Knock knock knock·······

The sound of heavy footsteps, all at once, knocked on the ground, and also knocked on people's hearts.

Holding their breath, the two were clinging to the wall, clutching a glimmering wooden talisman in their hands.

The footsteps faded away.

"Where are there so many monsters in this place!"

"Abe Harumi's descendants are so watery, are they worthy of their father's reputation?"

Two young men in leather armor complained in low voices.

The night is slightly cool.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the two of them suddenly felt cold, and they both shivered slightly.

Inadvertently, already sweating.

In the distance, in the sky, a dark star, flashing and appearing.

With the passage of time, the stars gradually shifted and their brilliance fell.

This light is dim, wisps, favoring the two of them.

As the two of them continued to be active, an invisible gray aura gradually entrenched, took root, and sprouted near Kyoto·······

"Shhh

Above Kyoto, a layer of translucent white light shrouded in a crystal bowl that resembles an upside-down crystal bowl, suppressing the overall fortune.

This is a symbol of the Great Barrier of Kyoto.

At this time, the crystal bowl was mostly broken, and there were even a few obvious cracks.

From time to time, there is a subtle black ash breath that breaks in from it.

In the distance, in the direction of the great rivers and mountains, a strong demonic aura is rushing here.

From that demonic aura, there were constantly blood rays rushing out, whistling, hitting the crystal bowl, sometimes adding some undetectable cracks.

On the wall of the bowl, dozens of tiny points of light gushed out white light, constantly removing foreign gas and repairing damage.

At this moment, a starlight, red like fire, fell far away and struck above the barrier.

There was a faint sound of glass cracking.

After the starlight, the barrier dimmed significantly, and the light was no longer what it used to be.

Although there are dozens of points of light that slowly replenish the light, it is difficult to repair for a while.

"The glow of the fire, the confusion of separation, the blood is red like fire, and there will be a catastrophe."

Confusion is frequent, and it is unknown.

Outside the Tuyu Gate, a middle-aged man wearing a feather weave is flying in the air, observing the stars in the sky from afar.

The ominous light, like blood stains, gradually spread, and gradually, the whole of Kyoto was enveloped in a thick layer of gray gas.

"Kyoto, there will be a big disaster."

Silent, he looked at the night sky.

High in the air, the night wind was blowing, but within a few meters of him, it bypassed on its own.

The warm current of Taoism surrounds him and holds him up.

"Diva."

He called out to the void.

"You say, is this a sign that my family is beginning to decline, which my father once prophesied?"

There was no response, but he knew that his father's Shikigami Diva could hear it.

"Thirty-seven years ago, after my father passed away, my younger brother took the scroll of immortality recorded in the "Taishan Mansion Jun Sacrifice", turned into the secret, changed his surname to Yumen Yuan, and secretly guarded my family's inheritance."

"Thirty-seven years later, there was a monster that broke into the clan land, and it happened that there was no one in the clan, and it was even more coincidental that they stole the lower part of the "Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice" and the copy of "Dividing the Matter".

"The catastrophe in Kyoto is coming, and my family ······· Where do we go from here? ”

The night wind howled, and no one responded.

The queen of heaven, the god who was created in the end, doesn't understand this.

When he said this, he was just tired in his heart.

I don't care if there is a response or not.

Just quietly, alone, feeling lonely.

Deep in the sky, thousands of feet to the ground, overlooking the earth, like another piece of night sky.

Between heaven and earth, there is infinite vastness, and only one person is left, indescribably lonely and desolate.

As he reaches middle age, he becomes more and more accustomed to tasting loneliness.

Whenever I feel uneasy, I will fly here alone and stay overnight.

··········

"Dividing the Matter."

Speaking firmly, Lin Zhengyang finally looked away and glanced at the unknown monster in front of him that was like a swimming snake, constantly floating in mid-air.

Suddenly, the monster seemed to freeze in amber and stiffened.

Taking down most of the tome in the mouth of this floating spirit, Lin Zhengyang turned around and stepped into the void and disappeared.

With a moment, the floating spirit behind him turned into a dark blue torch.

""Divination and Strategy" is the only divination work of a generation of great onmyoji Abe Harumi that has been handed down in later generations, and it essentially belongs to the six types of divination methods, which should be the summary of Abe Harumi's life as an onmyoji."

When he returned to his residence and opened "Dividing the Matter", Lin Zhengyang turned the pages one by one with the attitude of learning and researching.

"Nine Methods of Lessons", "Four Days and One Rule", and "Twelve Generals' Principal Laws········

"Often the moon will be added to the time, depending on the sun and yin and yang, in order to establish four lessons.

The god of the sun is the sun of the sun. It's a lesson. The god of the sun is the yin of the sun. It's a predicate - two lessons. The god of Chen is the sun of Chen. Yes - three lessons. Yang, different strokes - yin. The god obtained from the god of Chen is the yin of Chen, which is the ·········· of the four lessons"

"Sure enough, it's a summary of the art of divination."

The whole article is full of divination, and it does not involve side affairs.

There were no surprises.

Only in this way can it be passed on to future generations.

The art of immortality and the art of rejuvenation will inevitably be lost.

"Although I expected it for a long time, I was still a little disappointed, the Great Onmyoji's exploration of the way of life and death, recorded the essence of the art of immortality, has been lost? Or did you not even think about passing it down? ”

Thinking that Abe Qingming, who has an amazing number of spells, is like a mortal, and dies of natural old age, I will probably know the result.

"Either he didn't get through, or he had to pay the price, so that Qingming was determined to face the cycle of life and death calmly as a mortal, and he was unwilling to choose immortality."

"At least in the eyes of Qingming in his later years, that path to immortality is not worth it."

Everyone is born, old, sick and dead, even if the onmyoji masters the mystical techniques, they can't escape the last level.

Every onmyoji, to a greater or lesser extent, has his own views on life and death.

Trying not to die and prolong his life will never be just Lin Zhengyang.

Since ancient times, life and death have been a great barrier in front of living beings.

Among the onmyoji, there are those who calmly face life and death, and there are those who try to resist death.

Qingming is so amazing and brilliant, how could he give up the exploration of life and death when he led the pinnacle of an era of Yin-Yang Dao?

In his early years, he devoted himself to the path of yin and yang, and he didn't know how far he had gone on this road.

Maybe he repented in his later years and abandoned it. But it is certain that no matter what psychology he based on, he finally chose to retreat.

But on the biggest subject of life and death, he must have dabbled in something, and there are definitely certain results.

Even a country mage who is not in the stream can transform himself into a monster owner, so as to obtain the long life of the monster and survive, isn't it okay for Qingming?

"Perhaps, it's the fear of immortality?"

Shaking his head, he also thought the idea was ridiculous.

However, in the dark, there is a mysterious and mysterious induction.

He felt like he had touched the truth.

Qingming, who is a mortal, may have chosen to embrace death in his later years, perhaps because of this.

There is no reason for this feeling, it seems that it is because his inspiration is more and more alive today.

The closer he got to the breakthrough, the sharper his spiritual senses became.

Right and wrong, misfortune and blessing, and even words and deeds, are gradually fitting the heavens and the earth.

This is a sign of the study of the Yin and Yang Dao and the arrival of a new stage.

Among them, induction, mysterious and mysterious, is indescribable.

If a person drinks water, he knows whether he is warm or cold.